Day:4

For some life is too short. People say they lived good lives, thats what they told me about her. how are you sure? How do you know? It's not fair how some people get longer lives than others. More gentle, happy lives filled with more than enough joyful memories.

How can you live with the burden of having to wrap up someone's life in a simple 5 word sentence?

Or better yet what am i supposed to say here?

Am i supposed to sit here and write about how much she was loved and how great her life was, because i can't.

I can't because her life wasn't great, and it was all because of me. I made her life full of worry and regret. I was overflowing with rage, too full of deadly anger to keep it all to myself. Not only did i spread it on her, but the rest of Panem too.

I wasn't strong enough to keep it to myself. I tried, i really did, but i was too shallow to keep it from tipping. He saw that. He used me in a way i never thought possible. He killed the love , the family, me, and even himself in the process.

He used the own venom that ran through my veins that kept me thriving. The liquid that made me survive, only to watch me fall in the end with everyone else.

In my eyes i killed her, that innocent girl. A life is worth more than that, and hers was too short.
Dedicated to Primrose Everdeen, my forever little duck.